Panic start it's 8o'clock 28 Mach 10 to get to the school on time Throw a dress on over my head Jump in my freedom ride Fill me up with sound The world sings with me a million smiles an hour I can see me dancing on my radio I can hear you singing in the blades of grass Yellow dandelions on my way to school Big Beautiful Sky!

Panic start it's just enough, a little, too late Park calls! I'll not go to school today Throw a bright pink dress over my red head Go to Saint Mary's Lake Fill me up with sound The world sings with me a million smiles an hour I can see me dancing on my radio I can hear you singing in the blades of grass Yellow dandelions on my way to school Big Beautiful Sky!

YES BECAUSE HE NEVER DID A THING LIKE THAT BEFORE AS ASK TO get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City arms hotel when he used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make himself interesting to that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes and the end of the world let us have a bit of fun first God help the world if all the women were her sort down on bathing-suits and lownecks of course nobody wanted her to wear I suppose she was pious because no man would look at her twice I hope I'll never be like her a wonder she didnt want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman certainly and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always edging to get up under my petticoats especially then still I like that in him polite to old women like that and waiters and beggars too hes not proud out of nothing but not always if ever he got anything really serious the matter with him its much better for them go into a hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it into him for a month yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him out or a nun maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she could find at the bottom of the basket anything at all to get i

A load of us at the SHH! boards have organised ourselves, we've got a little list of people who're gonna be on the ground, as well as a list of people who're gonna be on the internet (dubbed 'Mission Control'). Anyone wants to be a part of the mission control group just head on over there and offer your services, the more the merrier! If you're actually going to St. James', see you there!

Afternoon Sowasred, cant seem to get on the ssh forum for some reason, hows the mission control side going to work as I'd like to be involved, seeing as I tried my damnest to get down today but couldnt. This forum seems to be playing up too hopefully this post goes through..

you shouldn't have any problems getting on the superherohype boards... try forums.superherohype.com

Basically everyone in 'mission control' is setting up a big group chat via msn messenger. If you look at the first page of the London thread (from the main forum page, click 'Batman' then 'Viral Marketing' and you'll see it). Email me, I'm at sowasred2012@hotmail.com, I'll give you some more details.

I feel a bit of a conspiracy brewing. First olly crashes the internet and then theres no word of the impending mayhem that is the Dark knight Viral Campaign. They obviously know more than their telling. Am i close to the truth.?????

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